Kanai said with a strange expression:

 “What about Bulcasso? Is he now the Immortal King?”

 Carnet was not going to answer this somewhat rude question and started talking about Bulcasso.

 He had felt what was happening on the Holy Mountain.

 A tragedy repeated?

 The Great Elder does not like this tone.

“He has become a more powerful being and is not far from the dream of the first ancestors.”

 Worusk said this.

 Then he did it cross-legged.

“He made a bet with Tyrael, and the price was the person and power of the Archangel of Justice.”

“Huh? What a novel idea. It seems that the box I left behind gave him a lot of help?”

Kanai glanced at the direction of Barr, and continued to ask with some confusion:

“So the Demon of Destruction has looked away?”

 “Baal will choose to yield under the power, Kanai!”

 Worusk said a little irritably.

Beside Kanai's tomb, a crack appeared in the ground, and a Sinking Demon climbed up from the ground with some difficulty.

 “What a familiar little guy.”

 Kanai shook his head and said casually.

Then the figure appeared beside the demon in a flash, and the Sinking Demon who had just crawled out froze in place in an instant.

Faced with danger, these annoying little things will always run away screaming. They will only have the courage to come back after entangling a large group of similar creatures.

But facing Kanai with a calm face, he couldn't even make a move.

 “You want me to intervene in this battle? And help Bulkatho win back Tyrael’s power?”

 Kanai stretched out his palm and gently rubbed the Sinking Demon's head, as casually as he was stroking the back of a house cat.

"I……"

 Worusk didn't say the next words, he didn't know how to say them.

 He needs the sacrifice of Kanai's soul.

 Dedicate all your knowledge, strength, experience and past.

 Throw yourself into Kanai's relics, be transformed in the magic box, and then become the purest supplement and be absorbed by Bulkeso.

  The cornerstone dug out by Joriz had a great impact on Bulkesso.

 Until he conquers his fear, Bulcaisel cannot retrieve it all.

 This requires the sacrifice of a strong enough soul.

 “This seems to be a difficult thing, doesn’t it?”

 Kanai looked at Warusk and shook his head. The Sinking Demon in his hand shook his body, swaying like a cat that was scratched.

“Well, tell me, what else can my soul, which is about to completely dissipate, do for the great immortal king?

 Do you need to maintain your existence from the explosion of the Worldstone again?

 Or has the situation deteriorated so much that I, a soul without much strength, need to burn everything I have to bring the battle to an end?"

 There was no irony in Kanai's words.

 He is noble, kind and benevolent Kanai.

 An elder who deserves the most respect.

 He should appear on the seat in the Elder's Temple, quietly observing every move of the Immortal King.

 Style, civilization and splendor!

 This is what Kanai, as the Great Elder, should give to the Immortal King.

 The noblest one, this is Kanai’s title!

 “We need your sacrifice.”

Worusk said a little lowly, and lowered his head unconsciously, like a child who made a mistake facing his elders.

 “Look up! Volusk!”

Kanai’s serious voice sounded, majestic and dignified!

“The Immortal King cannot bow his head! There is no such thing as bowing his head in the civilization of barbarians!

 Isn’t it just sacrifice?

 I have been prepared for this a long time ago!

 I will know when I die that there is always something that only I can do.”

 Kanai stood up, and the Sinking Demon under his palm trembled and turned into a puddle of minced flesh.

 Huge pieces of flesh and putrid blood were scattered over Kanai's tomb.

 Sacrifice yourself with the blood of the devil, this is Kanai's freedom and ease.

“It’s just that I am the one who deserves to be sacrificed the most!”

 Worusk's voice had a tremor.

 Facing the elder who guided him on the path to becoming strong.

There is no longer any hint of domineeringness in Warusk.

 Some of it is just sorrow for oneself and longing for the elders.

 “Worusk, listen.”

Kanai paused, stretched out his hand and lifted up Warusk's drooped head.

“As the most powerful warrior, the Immortal King should face the most powerful enemy and be the first to die!

  But some things must be done by you!”

Kanai said this while looking at Warusk, who was already an old man in front of him.

Just like when Volusk was a child, Kanai continued to impart the knowledge of the barbarians and guide the "young people" who were no longer young to continue on.

“I was prepared, wasn’t I? At least this time I don’t have to protect you from the aftermath of Rathma and the Worldstone explosion.

 Now, tell me something specific.”

 Kanai’s eyes revealed seriousness.

 Life and existence have value only when they have purpose, dreams and hopes.

 Only by using existence to find and witness, life will have meaning.

 In the center of the city of Harrogas, Bulcaisel closed his eyes.

 Watching others sacrifice was something he could not accept.

 But there was nothing he could do to stop it.

 Just like Leoric.

 This is the will of those free souls, and the glory of those who deserve to be praised.

 There are always some things in the world that only one person can do, and Bulkesso knows this very well.

 He can only go to the end on this road, and then use his own will to let these victims return.

 The power of the Creator God.

Burkeso is yearning for this!

Almighty, what a moment to look forward to!

 “Bulkess, what do you think is strong?”

Johanna said this as she looked at Bulcaisel who closed his eyes.

She didn’t wait for Bulcaisel’s answer and immediately continued:

“Patience is strong! Perseverance is also strong!”

 “You’re wrong! Johanna!”

Burkeso roughly interrupted Johanna's consolation.

“If being strong requires a minimum standard, then being strong means that no one can stop you from implementing your will!”

Burkeso's voice rushed into Johanna's mind like a muffled thunder.
To be continued...